This is bad. If I don’t do something, anything, right now to change where this is headed, Brady’s going to go from a patient that I’ve fucked to a patient that I fuck. And as overpoweringly wet as that thought is making me, I manage to summon up enough energy to say the one thing that might get things back to only being mostly inappropriate.
“Coach Bradley sent me here,” I say, watching as Brady’s eyes dart from my hips to my eyes, “I’m supposed to keep you out of trouble and stop you from doing something stupid and getting hurt.”
I watch Brady’s face for a couple seconds, breathing hard on the pool table as I wait for his reaction. It doesn’t occur to me that if I don’t want Brady getting the wrong idea, I should scoot back on the pool table and stop straddling him.
“Well,” Brady says, “You did a good fucking job. Because now, instead of spending my night jumping off the roof, I’m going to spend it in here. With you. And by the time I’m done, you’re going to be fucking begging for more.”
Bringing his hands down on my thighs, Brady spreads them open even wider, pulling my hips right up to the edge of the table and drawing a gasp from my throat as I slam right into the massive bulge in his jeans. Then, his mouth comes down on mine again, and before I can even object, my hands are already on the back of his head, running my fingers through his perfectly spiky black hair as his tongue pushes against mine.
Safe or not, responsible or not, right now I don’t care.
Because I’m pretty sure my brain just kicked into girlfriend mode.
Chapter 17: Brady
Fuck, this is insane.
I mean, sure, I knew Cassie wasn’t as over me as she claimed she was. I saw the little looks she gave me every time she walked in on a shirts vs. skins practice and I was breaking tackles half naked. That’s why I never bought Cassie’s adorable fucking excuses about only grabbing my cock on our first night of rehab because she wanted to make our relationship more professional.
And even if I did? I’ve had a shitload of doctors and trainers in my life, and I’ve never had one literally fucking tremble every single time their hands were on my body.
So when I texted her a little reminder of what happened that night and she actually fucking showed up, I was pretty sure this whole “I don’t actually like you, I was just blowing off steam” thing was going right out the fucking window.
But I didn’t think it was going to be like this.
I thought Cassie was going to be nervous when I got her behind closed doors. Maybe a little shy. Maybe she actually did convince herself that she’s a good little girl who only fucked the big bad tattooed football player because she got a little too carried away.
So my original plan was to take it easy on her, slowly teasing her until she couldn’t fucking take it anymore, and then, hopefully, I could slide the tight fucking skirt she’s wearing down her thighs and turn her forbidden fantasy into the real fucking thing.
But now that she’s literally fucking squirming and bucking her hips up against my cock the second we’re alone?
Taking it easy on her definitely isn’t the plan anymore.
It’s not really my strong suit, anyway. As far as I’m concerned, she got off easy last time. Sure, I fucked her at full fucking strength, but only after warming her up in the pool first. This time, once I slide my cock inside her, she’s getting everything I’ve got right off the fucking bat.
And once that happens, I have a feeling this whole “avoid Brady” thing is going to go right out the fucking window.
In fact, I know it will. Because this time, before we get to the main event, I’m going to make absolutely fucking sure that Cassie understands what this is. If she wants my cock as badly as she clearly does, she’s going to have to say it out loud.
Opening my eyes for a second as Cassie moans into my mouth and presses her hands against my abs, sliding them down towards my jeans, I look around the room for something I can use to help make that happen.
And over by the door, hanging from a hook pounded into the wall, I see something that gives me the perfect fucking idea.
Two bright orange bungee cords.
Bringing my hands down hard on the tops of Cassie’s thighs, I slide her a little further back onto the pool table, breaking off the kiss and leaving her looking up at me with pure fucking need in her eyes.
“You didn’t hear someone coming, did you?”
I look over her head at the bungee cords as a grin forms on my face, my cock straining against my jeans as I picture what I’m about to do. Then, spreading one of Cassie’s legs over towards the corner pocket of the pool table, I bound over to the bungee cords and pull them off the wall.
And by the time she looks over her shoulder to see what I’m doing, I’m already back at the corner pocket, wrapping a springy orange bungee cord around her ankle, fastening it to the thick leg of the pool table.
“Brady, what the—mmh!”
Cassie literally fucking gasps as my hand shoots up her skirt and my fingers hook into the waistline of her panties, pulling them down off her free leg with one jerk.
“Oh, don’t worry,” I say, grabbing my cock through my jeans, “You’ll be getting this soon enough. But first, I think it’s time for you to find out how it feels to get a pelvic exam.”
Cassie’s eyes get huge as I pull her free leg to the side and tie a snug orange knot around her other ankle, pinning her legs wide open and leaving her totally fucking exposed, squirming on the pool table.
“Brady!” She gasps, a pink tinge spreading from her neck to her cheeks, “I’m not sure this is such a good idea…”
“Why not?” I ask, my voice dripping with mock surprise, “Pelvic exams aren’t dirty at all, right? I’m pretty sure a doctor told me that once.”
Cassie’s thighs flex on the table, squeezing slightly together until the bungee cord snaps them open again. My cock feels like it’s about to fucking burst, but turning the tables on my sexy fucking doctor is just too good to stop. “And since there’s clearly something going on down there, I think it’s time for Dr. Mack to make a fucking diagnosis.”
“Dr. Mack…” Cassie whispers, looking up from her hips and staring right through me for a second. Holy fucking shit. She’s thought about this before, hasn’t she?
Fuck, that’s dirty. Apparently, innocent, nerdy little Dr. Parker has a thing for playing doctor. And that means she’s about to get a much more thorough exam than I was originally planning. “That’s right. I heard you were having some problems down between your legs. Apparently, whenever you touch, get close to, or even fucking look at a certain patient you have, you get uncontrollably fucking wet.” I raise my eyebrows. “Is that true?”
Practically bouncing her hips off the fuzzy green surface of the pool table, Cassie bites her lip and shakes her head. “No, I just keep running into him in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Wrong answer. My lips curl into a smirk as I look down between Cassie’s legs, her hips just barely covered by the little skirt she’s wearing. “Well, I guess there’s only one play to find out. But if I find out you’ve been lying in a medical exam, and you’re wet under that skirt, there are going to be serious fucking consequences.”
And with that, I slide both my hands up Cassie’s thighs and under her skirt, taking it all the way up off her hips until her entire lower body is totally fucking naked in front of me. Then, I bring my face inches away from her heat, gritting my teeth in anticipation when I see how fucking wet she is. “Looks like we might have a little liar on our hands.”
Looking up into Cassie’s deeply aroused eyes, I bring my hand up until it’s just barely brushing against her entrance. “But there’s only one way to know for sure.”
And with that, I take a finger and tease it all the way around her, taking my sweet fucking time as Cassie’s squirming gets needier and needier. She’s pushing her hips up towards me, trying to guide my fingers inside her, but I’m not letting her off that easily. Instead, I tease her c
lit just a little bit with the thickest part of my thumb and send my finger around for another lap.
“Okay,” I say, looking up at her again, “I’m starting to see what the problem is, and I think it’s time to find out for sure.”
And just like that, I bury one finger in Cassie, all the way up to my bottom knuckle, and she lets out a cry of pure lust as I feel her clench around me.
Oh, she’s wet, alright. She’s completely fucking soaked.
“Just like I thought,” I say, “A hot, wet entrance and a lying little mouth. And I think I know just the thing to cure both of those things at once.”
Instantly, my middle finger joins my index inside Cassie, stretching her open and causing her eyes to go wide above me.
Being a doctor was fun for a little bit, but I’m a fucking football player, and I’m about to show Cassie what a wide receiver’s hands can do.
Standing up straight so I’m towering above Cassie again, I push my muscular palm against her, cupping her clit as two of my fingers start pumping in and out of her like a cock. Bucking her mostly immobilized hips up against me, she throws her head back and stares up at me, completely unable to hide how much she’s loving this.
So I think it’s time to hear her say it.
“Feels pretty fucking good, doesn’t it?” I say, working her clit in circles for emphasis.
Adorably, Cassie actually tries to hold her answer back for a couple seconds, until she can’t hold it back any longer and she nods vigorously to the rhythm of my thrusting fingers.
“But I bet you wish this was my cock, don’t you?”
Cassie bites her lip in a vain attempt to hold out, and this time she barely lasts two seconds before screaming “Yes!”
“Alright,” I say, “I think that can be arranged, but first, I need you to do something for me. Repeat after me.”
I can feel Cassie’s breath catch in her throat as she senses what I’m about to do, and in response, I pull my hand just a little bit away from between her legs. My fingers are still pumping in and out of her, but not as deep as before, and since the bungee cords are stopping her from moving her hips any farther forward, I can feel her going fucking crazy with need.
“Brady Mack is not just my patient.”
Cassie’s jaw drops open, and three or four heavy breaths escape her aroused mouth as she takes in what I just said. So to give her a little extra motivation, I bring my thumb back onto her clit and start rolling it in tight little circles. She lets out one more deeply turned on moan, bites her lip, and then whispers up at me. “Brady Mack…is not just…”
For a second, a serious look appears in her eyes, like she’s just noticed something about mine that she’s never noticed before. “Brady Mack is not just my patient.”
“Good,” I say, rubbing a tight, appreciative circle into Cassie’s clit and watching her lip retreat back into her mouth. Then, I give her the next phrase I want her to repeat.
“Brady Mack and I are fucking.”
Instantly, I feel Cassie clench hard around my fingers, desperately trying to pull me deeper. “Brady Mack…and I…are fucking.”
“Really?” I ask, “I thought that was a one time thing. And technically, we’re not fucking until after I fuck you tonight. But hey, it’s the thought that counts. Alright, last thing. I promise not to give Brady Mack the cold shoulder anymore.”
At this point, Cassie’s so insanely over the edge that she barely waits for me to finish. “I promise not to give Brady Mack the cold shoulder anymore! Now please let me come!”
“Oh, don’t worry, Cassie,” I say, grinning down at her, “I will. There’s just one more thing I want to do first.”
I hear a frustrated noise escape Cassie’s lips, but when I bring my face back down between her legs and replace my fingers with my mouth, it instantly turns into a long, loud moan. Sure, I probably could have just finished her off with my hands, but it’s way more fun pressing my face into all the little places my fingers were, feeling her throb against me as I trade the intense pumping of my fingers with the insistent pressure of my tongue.
I take a little bit of time exploring her, but at this point, I know we’re both fucking dying for some release, so before too long, I bring my lips up to her swollen, aching clit and mimic my thumb’s circles with my tongue, only tighter, firmer, and a little faster. In response, Cassie pushes back against my face so fucking hard that it almost feels like the bungee cords are about to snap as she runs her fingers through my hair. I’ve got her right where I fucking want her, and when I ramp it up just a little bit, I feel her go completely over the top, pulling at my hair as she screams in ecstasy above me.
And I think that’s my cue to untie her and fuck her fucking brains out.
Adrenaline pumping through my veins, I pounce off the table and rip the bungee cords off Cassie’s ankles. Then, in a couple of wild motions, I practically rip the clothes off my body, tossing my t-shirt down to my feet and pulling a foil packed out of the pocket of my jeans as I kick them off my legs.
Then, I pull my boxer briefs down and reveal my cock, causing Cassie to gasp just like she did when she saw it for the first time. Apparently, she wasn’t remembering exactly right.
But after what’s about to happen, I have a feeling she won’t be making that mistake again. Sheathing myself with one hand, I guide Cassie down onto her back with the other.
Then, I pounce, mauling her curvy ass with my hands as I guide her into position and watching her eyes go wide as I pull myself inside her, inch by inch by inch.
And Cassie? Somehow, after taking all that fucking insanity, she’s still hungry for more, pushing back against me just as hard as I start thrusting into her. Then, as she brings her body up into mine, smashing her amazing tits into my abs and pressing her face into the tattoos of my pec as I fuck her, sending her body into convulsions of fucking pleasure beneath me. Her hands hold on for dear life as I have my way with her, gritting my teeth as I hit a gear that normally only exists on the football field.
And Cassie fucking loves it, screaming my name into my body as she matches my every move. I can feel her arousal building up again, her writhing getting more and more intense, and when the time is just right, I grab her hips and hold them against mine, savaging her with my cock and looking down at her face as she gets closer and closer to the edge.
Then, with one perfect thrust, I send her all the way over, watching her fall into a billion pieces beneath me.
And that’s what finally sends me over the edge with her, pounding the slate of the pool table with my fist as Cassie wraps her legs around me and I thrust into her one final time, shuddering as the climax completely overtakes me.
When I come to again, the first thing I notice is the sweat running down the back of my neck. Cassie’s lying beneath me, completely fucking shocked at what just happened, a million emotions fighting for dominance on her face.
“Oh, crap,” she says, “We’re fucking, aren’t we?”
“We’d better be,” I say with a smirk, “Because if you lied to me, we’re going to do this all over again.”
Chapter 18: Cassie
Compared to the insanity going on in the backyard, the front yard seems like a quaint little frat party. Brady’s teammates are still on the roof, and when we round the corner, they toss him a signed ball and a marker. With a grin, Brady signs it, tosses the ball all the way to the back of the crowd, and then takes my hand, leading me up onto the front porch.
“Please tell me it’s not this crazy inside,” I say, as Brady opens up the front door.
“Oh, it’s not,” He says, “This is where most of the players are hanging out.”
“Who are all these people, anyway?” I ask, looking back out at the crowd one more time as I step into the massive lobby of the ranch house.
Brady shrugs. “The owner of the house told us to fill the place up, so a couple of the guys pulled up to a couple clubs with our whole fleet of team limos and emptied the places out.”
My heart drops down into my stomach. “Wait, so all the people who just watched us pretend to make out aren’t even Kings fans?”
Instantly, Brady spins around, throwing his arms around me as I run right into him. “Pretending to make out? Shit, if that was pretending, I want to see the real thing.”
I don’t know whether to kick Brady in the balls or spread my legs right here in the foyer. All that stuff I was telling myself on the way over here, all those tactics for shutting down Brady’s advances? It’s like they never even entered my head. Apparently, Brady now has the ability to make me want him in public so bad that I don’t even care how dangerous it is.
And that’s not good.
“I think we’d better just pretend tonight,” I manage to say between heavy breaths, and Brady grins, looking like he’s about to bring his mouth down on mine again any second now.
I look up at him, giving into the overwhelming heat between my legs and press my body against his, opening up my mouth to receive his.
“Brady! Cassie!”
Immediately snapping out of it, I whip my head over to the source of the deep, excitable voice that just called our names, and see Rex, standing in the doorway of a nearby room holding a bottle of champagne. “Come help us drink this shit! We found it in the kitchen and the owner said we could just fucking have it!”
Brady looks down at me, and I look back and forth between the two football players, trying to act like this is anywhere close to a normal position for me to be in.
“Uh, sounds good,” I say, smiling weakly and pushing Brady away.
“Hell yeah!” Rex shouts, punching the air with the champagne bottle. Then, he points over his shoulder with his thumb. “Come on in. We’re just sitting on the floor, getting away from all the crazy nightclub people out there.”
Brady looks over towards Rex. “I found a closet with some yoga mats earlier if you want something to sit on. I know Cassie here definitely enjoys those.”
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